Viewmaster
As it turns out, our newly-minted four-year-old loves going antiquing,
especially when we find old-school toys like this Viewmaster.
Living is practicing the art of change management
I’ve had a little practice with change management – those changes that are planned months and years in advance, those changes that come out of nowhere and leave you off balance with your head spinning, and those little gradual changes that sneak up on you, and one day you realize your baby is half your height, and has opinions that are very much all her own.
The best parts of my life came about through change, as did the worst. I’ve been thinking about my attraction/repulsion response to change – sometimes both sensations at the same time in regards to the same issue.
In last year’s Ultimate Blog Party post, I cataloged some of the ways my blog has adapted to changes in my life:
CoffeeJitters has been a single girl making her way in the world blog, a wedding blog, an infertility blog, a photography blog, a quitting my job and going back to school full time blog, a wow! I’m pregnant! blog, a mommy blog, a cancer blog, and a relearning how to dream after cancer blog.
I’m still trying to relearn how to dream after cancer. It’s surprising how much imagination and willpower it takes to re-imagine your future after this kind of diagnosis. But, now I’ve moved on a little, from dreaming to planning, and even doing. Baby steps, people.
This blog is my story, my life, and mostly, a very public love letter to my husband and daughter. If you’d like to read more, here are a few of my favorites to get you started:
Blogging – and women’s history
The Camera Bag – and an epiphany
Pregnancy 101: How to Roll Over
cheers!
Egg Hunt
Sunday’s Easter Egg Hunt was followed by thirty photos of her opening the candy.
I could not get her to look up at me for anything. I just don’t measure up to that candy. 😉
Oh, well, at least the flowers were willing to pose for the camera.
Show me what you shot
Four years… and a shark
I spent the night in the ER last week. I wasn’t a big deal, just a recurring issue that’s a side-effect of a side-effect of my cancer treatment. It’s starting to feel a little routine.
This time it was a little different, though.
For one thing, the hospital was over-full. This hospital that I usually rave about, got less than high marks from me this time. When I was finally admitted, they put me in the over-flow of the patient over-flow area: pre-op. That was all fine and dandy from 2am when I finally got the room, till 5am when the surgical patients started showing up. Then the constant noise, the fact that the kitchen could never seem to find me to deliver my meals, the lack of a phone (and my cell phone died), the lack of a tv, and the persistent sound of various people vomiting started to get to me. A little. Maybe a lot. But, I was checked out by that evening, so I didn’t have to deal with it for more than a day. And I’m just fine now.
But, I diverted my attention by focusing on something else. It was four years to the day from the night my daughter was born. I went in to the ER just about the same time I arrived at this same hospital four years earlier. With no tv, and plenty of chaos to try to block out of my awareness, I passed the time remembering my daughter’s birth. What an amazing experience. And, I was released from the hospital in time to give my newly-minted 4-year-old a big hug on her birthday.
I’ve spent the rest of the week reminiscing about the past four years with my little girl, and I came across this picture of her baby shark costume from her first Halloween.
Hmmm… maybe this sheds a little light on her current shark obsession. 🙂
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Shark Girl: We’re gonna need a bigger boat
My little girl has been consumed by a shark obsession.
She is SHARK GIRL.
She even has a shark poster on her wall.
Those cute little stains around her face are evidence of her other current obsession: frozen blueberries.
and what book could consume her attention so completely?
eek! how did she get her hands on that? not exactly on my preferred reading list. there goes my mom of the year award.
What consumed your attention this week?
